I spent over a hour hanging out at Cly Butte. I photographed in the changing light until the sun went behind the clouds on the horizon. Everything went gray. Now, the big waiting game began. Would there be a sunset? It was anyone's guess. I would either be happily taking some more beautiful shots or my day was already over. Just when the sunset started to go off, a car stopped right in front of what I had lined up in the camera. A woman jump out of the passenger car door, then standing on the car's seat to get a better and higher view. She obviously didn't see me and I almost said something, but thankfully she moved off after getting her shot. I had to chuckle a bit considering how many times this kind of thing had happened during the course of my day. I was thrilled the sunset did its thing even as contained as it was. I was ready for OMG, but got considerably less. Still, I figured I had taken the best photo of the trip. I stayed until it was almost dark out basking in the glow of a great day. It was completely silent out. Not a bird, jet, car or even the hint of a breeze was to be heard. It was a gorgeous, full-day of adventure and I was tired. It was a good tired.
A carpet of wildflowers were blooming on the slopes above Bartlett Lake outside of Phoenix, Arizona in 2013. There was literally nowhere to step because of the dense bloom. Soft light from an overcast morning added a different kind of mood to a normally cheerful sight.
I took this shot in the last days of Summer in October 2011. Soon the leaves would start turning colors and changing the landscape in dramatic ways.
